Thought I knew

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I thought I knew the depth of your blue eyes
until I saw the way you looked at her

I thought I knew your strength
until I saw how you helped her cling to the essence of life

I thought I knew your gentleness
until I saw her clutching your finger

I thought I knew your grace
until I saw how you kept vigil by her side

I thought I knew your passion
until I heard you question her carers

I thought I knew your magic
until I saw a world where only you and her exist

I thought I knew how caring you were
until I heard you whispering to her

I thought I knew how you offered protection
until I saw you choosing hope above everything else

I thought I knew your beauty
until I saw her light shining inside you

I thought I knew your spirit
until I saw your sacred love for her

I thought you were my personal angel

Celestial beings need angels too


~~~~~~~~~
Dedicated to Nirvana and Gabrielle, the angels in my life.

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16 Comments
kiten69kiten69over 17 years ago
This is

absolutely beautiful Fem...**wipes away a tear**...well done.

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Words of Beauty

Unlike a certain other dumbass, I know what the poem is about and you've expressed it perfectly. You have a keen eye, sweets and a gift for words.

Abs.

rgraham666rgraham666over 17 years ago
Nice

Thank, fem. A beautiful piece of work.

angelicminxangelicminxover 17 years ago
Beautiful tribute...

...To Vana and Gabrielle, Fem.

I just can't express what I'm feeling at the moment. It's amazing how a person can grow and become so much more, right before your eyes. Love to you, Fem. *Hugs* ~Minx

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
Yep, break ups are a drag!

Those who remember “Unspeakable” could probably agree that the narrator of this poem could have benefited from the attitude of Unspeakable – that is, by maintaining a healthy measure or savvy caution and more than an ounce of suspicion, rather than trusting someone to such a degree…. Having said that half way in jest, this poem obviously depicts a totally different mood and mind set. But I’ll have to also say a much more blatant stance. It is very plausible to take it when going through extreme pain. But despite the ironic ending I still could not find here the same subtlety of emotions and depth of reflection as I had found in “Unspeakable”. There too there was a measure of acrimony and disappointment, but the perspective is more nuanced there. I am not tying the two poems into one “plot”, just trying to make a comparison in order to illustrate the reason why this time I was not similarly satisfied.

We don’t know what brought on the separation, and therefore have to accept on face value the realization that the ex is not what the narrator thought he was. Yet, the list of actions now shared by the ex lover with a new woman does not create in and of itself a rhetorical momentum of a diminished person. Except for the fact that he now does it for someone else I could not see him as less worthy …In fact, the narrators complaints would have been more acceptable without the list because the list does not help in “building her case”.

All that leads to the ironic conclusion. By itself it is the best part of the poem. A measure of irony, even if bitter or beleaguered is restored. It’s as if the narrator finally realizes that maybe her ex is still an angel, but he is definitely not a life time exclusive angel (again, no foul play is mentioned by the narrator) Now she realizes that even angels need guardians, and the play on guardian angels who need to be guarded themselves is rich with irony to the point of emptying the image from any remnant of that quality.

I could have said that the whole poem leads to that point but I did not get that feeling. The true feeling I got in this poem was not from the two lines of self irony (he is not such a bad guy. I am bitter because he is not mine) but from the raw expression of bitter feelings towards the “ex –angel”. I agree every break up hurts badly.

I want to add, maybe as a measure of caution an aside comment. I respect each and all of the previous comments. I could have chosen to be silent so that I would not offend anyone by my opinion. But I think that more than anything that I say, this kind of mindset is unhealthy. I believe that both readers and poet benefit most when the expression of variety of opinions is encouraged.

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